Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
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Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phoebus did avow
He would be coy, and would not love at all;
Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought,
Than love united to a jealous thought.

O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful read more

O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness,
And drinks my spirit up!

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.

Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

It's a completely useless emotion - jealousy. I don't go there.

It's a completely useless emotion - jealousy. I don't go there.